I didn't start out to write this weeks email about me personally, but sometimes it just goes that way.
My Father passed away when I was eighteen years old. He was only 51. While not with me physically, he has always been a part of my life. A good and just influence.
He danced to his own music and lived his life as short as it was, his way. Helping people, both friends and strangers, while never expecting anything in return.
He set a fine example of what it means to be a good person and will be remembered as someone who truly cared about others. More importantly, he took action to make their lives better.
I will think of him fondly today, trust I am living a life that honours him and will continue to pass his spirit on to my children and grandchildren.
As written on his tombstone.
'He was never too small for big jobs nor too big for small jobs.'
Something we can all aspire to live by.